A Trip to the Beach House by Natasha Stevens (Jana's Journey)

18-year-old Jana has begun scheming to break free of the cruel domination of Principal Stevens, the man who has been using her as his personal sex slave for the last six weeks.

After making an incriminating video of Principal Stevens' wife, Jana decides that she needs help in using it against her master. She contacts Matt, the wealthy boyfriend of Principal Stevens' stepdaughter.

Arriving at Matt's beach house, however, she finds that there is always a price to pay for everything, and once again, agony and ecstasy will intertwine as she lives out her most forbidden and humiliating and arousing fantasies. . .

WARNING: This 5600-word story contains graphic descriptions of sex acts, including dirty talk, voyeurism, blackmail, bondage, discipline, spanking, and group sex. It is intended to be read only by adults. All participants in sex acts in this story are over the age of 18.

This is Part Four in the story of Jana, a good girl who becomes very bad. Read the other stories in the Jana's Journey series:

Jana's Journey, Part One: A Trip to the Principal's Office
Jana's Journey, Part Two: A Trip to the Nightclub
Jana's Journey, Part Three: A Trip to the Health Spa
Jana's Journey, Part Four: A Trip to the Beach House
Jana's Journey, Part Five: A Trip to the Masquerade Party
Jana's Journey, Part Six: A Trip to the Police Station
and the final story:
Jana's Journey, Part Seven: A Trip to the Basement

EXCERPT:
The doorbell rang, then, and he opened the door and let the four burly men inside.

They were all very fit and healthy looking, very clean-cut, their skin smooth and their jaws squared with musculature and their chests and shoulders broad. They all wore vaguely military looking sports attire – cargo pants, polo shirts, vests with lots of pockets, big sports watches. One was white, one was black, one seemed to be of Hispanic background, the last looked Asian. Nonetheless they all had similar sharp dark eyes, and apart from the variation in skin tone looked very similar.

“I explained the situation to them. Your safe word is ‘mercy,’ okay? If you want to stop, just say mercy, and they’ll do it. Everybody agreed?” Matt said.

The men all nodded and murmured affirmation. “Don’t worry, ma’am. You’re safe with us,” said the black man, in a soft voice.

She smiled shyly at them.

Courtney greeted the guys, and they greeted her back. She held up the video camera she was holding. “Okay guys, masks on?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Natasha Stevens is a bold and uncompromising new voice in erotica. Her strict Catholic upbringing regrettably did not prevent her from becoming a wanton slut, but she now tries to channel those energies into her writing.